Terror, 2.2 billion lightyears from Earth

*Tricky puts his gun up to the back of Polaris' head.*Tricky: You're going to do exactly what I say, or Imma blow your head off.

Polaris: CA- *he puts a paw over her face.*

Tricky: Shh, my dear. We can't have you wailing like that. *He gives her a Xenomorph fetus.* Take this and implant it into Ms. McAllister. After that, my job is done. I'll depart in your ship and leave you here with my Xenomorphs.

Tricky: That's a shame. It's really too bad that Xenomorphs need a host-body to properly form and incubate. If they didn't, it would a much less painful death for you. All that would happen would be being hacked to bits. It's much more unpleasant to have a parasite burst from your body. You don't die right away, if the pain isn't enough, you bleed out. Well, I must be going, I have get off this ship.